would be your mother. Shaggs?" "Aww, shit, motherfuckers Get ready for round two of this bitch So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped Step the
it ripped my legs off Huh, nothing but a minor coft You can't get me I swing from a tree Shouting and cussing and shooting at me Everybody's end make two
would be your mother. Shaggs?" "Aww, shit, motherfuckers Get ready for round two of this bitch So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped Step
'em and leave 'em home And even whip 'em with the cord on the telephone And that reminds me man Hey you gotta call Watch your step to Hell You belong
the pain I remember when Things were so different then But I'll remain ya friend 'Til we meet again [Inspectah Deck] Is Heaven any different from Hell
goin' in the horse stalls Two step under the disco ball Billy Bob's blowin' on his duck call It's a hell of a show Sticky from the sweat so to beat the
cause niggaz is two-faced And they show the other side when they catch a new case It's on Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z It was cool when you had hella weed
shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz Shootin backwards, just for practice Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket Bout to go to hell with you, blow the
tomorrow Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells An ounce away from
at One-two and it don't stop Three-Four and it don't quit One-two and it don't stop From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left
you throw stones from yo glass house Comin' at me wit the bullshit, betta believe I'll take that ass out You passed out, wait, from the wickedest shit
I - crooked letter, ain't no one better And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh hell
season here's my ghetto rep I kept, to say the least no no it can't cease So I begin to piece my two and two together Gots no snowy weather, have to find
love Romeo cologne every week that's what they love that's what they love that's what they love go from 12 to12 Monday to Sunday take the first two days
so I can be burning crews, at first I chew ya nerves in two, then I turn into a pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit hell till they desert in two, I bring
two Killing Jokes we got two Adolescents two Peni's and two The Crews we got two Someone Got Their Head Kicked Ins we got two Declines, two Damaged and two
in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That
and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost" what the hell...what the hell... check check check check it out what the hell...what the hell